[Five]brushed and pretty in the mirror i smiled and assured myself of my impervious mood, my unflappable poise, and it lasted to the street.
where there were people, so i couldn't really concentrate on poise and grace so well with all the zigzagging briefcase suits, the hulking delivery people, and general glut of commuters in my space, but had to focus to navigate and avoid the bikers and the joggers and the people letting their dog piss on the dead tree killed by apartment dog piss in its miserable square of sodbare dirt cut out of the sidewalk.
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